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Jorge Luis BorgesThe Garden of the Forking Paths

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Garden of Forking Paths• On page 22 of Liddell Hart’s

History of World War I you will read that an attack against the Serre-Montauban line by thirteen British divisions (supported by 1,400 artillery pieces), planned for the 24th of July, 1916, had to be postponed until the morning of the 29th. The torrential rains, Captain Liddell Hart comments, caused this delay, an insignificant one, to be sure.


Liddell Hart’s Principles

• The indirect approach:

• Don’t launch direct attacks against an enemy firmly in position

• Upset your enemy’s equilibrium before the main attack



• “In strategy the longest way round is often the shortest way there; a direct approach to the object exhausts the attacker and hardens the resistance by compression, whereas an indirect approach loosens the defender's hold by upsetting his balance.”



• “The profoundest truth of war is that the issue of battle is usually decided in the minds of the opposing commanders, not in the bodies of their men.”


The Actual Quote• “The bombardment began on June 24th; the attack was

intended for June 29th, but was later postponed until July 1st, owing to a momentary break in the weather. This postponement, made at French request, involved not only the spreading out of the ammunition over a longer period, and consequent loss of intensity, but a greater strain on part of the assaulting troops, who, after being keyed up for the effort, had to remain another forty-eight hours in cramped trenches under the exhausting noise of their own gunfire and the enemy's retaliation—conditions made worse by torrential rain which flooded the trenches.”


The Garden of Forking Paths

• The following statement, dictated, reread and signed by Dr. Yu Tsun, former professor of English at the Hochschule at Tsingtao, throws an unsuspected light over the whole affair. The first two pages of the document are missing.

• How? The rest takes place during World War II!


The Nature of Time

• Then I reflected that everything happens to a man precisely, precisely now. Centuries of centuries and only in the present do things happen; countless men in the air, on the face of the earth and the sea, and all that really is happening is happening to me . . .


Presentism

• Borges’s protagonist starts with the view that only the present is real:

Now!Past Future

Now!Past Future


The Plan• Vaguely I thought that a pistol

report can be heard at a great distance. In ten minutes my plan was perfected. The telephone book listed the name of the only person capable of transmitting the message; he lived in a suburb of Fenton, less than a half hour’s train ride away.


The Escape

• From this broken state I passed into an almost abject felicity. I told myself that the duel had already begun and that I had won the first encounter by frustrating, even if for forty minutes, even if by a stroke of fate, the attack of my adversary. I argued that this slightest of victories foreshadowed a total victory. I argued (no less fallaciously) that my cowardly felicity proved that I was a man capable of carrying out the adventure successfully.


Immorality and Time

• From this weakness I took strength that did not abandon me. I foresee that man will resign himself each day to more atrocious undertakings; soon there will be no one but warriors and brigands; I give them this counsel: The author of an atrocious undertaking ought to imagine that he has already accomplished it, ought to impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.


Problem of Foreknowledge• God knows everything

• So, God knows what I’ll do tomorrow

• But if God knows today what I’m going to do tomorrow, what I’m going to do tomorrow must already be fixed

• So, what I’m going to do tomorrow is already fixed

• I have no freedom

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Labyrinths• The instructions to turn always to the left

reminded me that such was the common procedure for discovering the central point of certain labyrinths. I have some understanding of labyrinths: not for nothing am I the great grandson of that Ts’ui Pên who was governor of Yunnan and who renounced worldly power in order to write a novel that might be even more populous than the Hung Lu Meng and to construct a labyrinth in which all men would become lost.


Hung Lu Meng• 18th century Chinese novel, Red Chamber Dream

—circulated with 80 chapters, published with 120—containing contradictions, and a character Yu Tsun!

• The author, Cao Xueqin, claims that the work is not his: he is only one of many editors who have worked with the text

• “Truth becomes fiction when the fiction's true;

• Real becomes not-real where the unreal's real.”


Labyrinths

• Thirteen years he dedicated to these heterogeneous tasks, but the hand of a stranger murdered him—and his novel was incoherent and no one found the labyrinth.


Abstract perceiver of the world

• I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future and in some way involve the stars. Absorbed in these illusory images, I forgot my destiny of one pursued. I felt myself to be, for an unknown period of time, an abstract perceiver of the world.


Boethius’s View of Time


The Forking Road

• The vague, living countryside, the moon, the remains of the day worked on me, as well as the slope of the road which eliminated any possibility of weariness. The afternoon was intimate, infinite. The road descended and forked among the now confused meadows.


Time as Forking


Book and Labyrinth

• Ts’ui Pe must have said once: I am withdrawing to write a book. And another time: I am withdrawing to construct a labyrinth. Every one imagined two works; to no one did it occur that the book and the maze were one and the same thing.


Labyrinth


Garden of Forking Paths

• I leave to the various futures (not to all) my garden of forking paths. Almost instantly, I understood: ‘the garden of forking paths’ was the chaotic novel; the phrase ‘the various futures (not to all)’ suggested to me the forking in time, not in space.


Alternatives

• In all fictional works, each time a man is confronted with several alternatives, he chooses one and eliminates the others; in the fiction of Ts’ui Pên, he chooses— simultaneously—all of them. He creates, in this way, diverse futures, diverse times which themselves also proliferate and fork.


Contradictions

• Here, then, is the explanation of the novel’s contradictions. Fang, let us say, has a secret; a stranger calls at his door; Fang resolves to kill him. Naturally, there are several possible outcomes: Fang can kill the intruder, the intruder can kill Fang, they both can escape, they both can die, and so forth.


All Paths are Real?


Forkings

• In the work of Ts’ui Pên, all possible outcomes occur; each one is the point of departure for other forkings. Sometimes, the paths of this labyrinth converge: for example, you arrive at this house, but in one of the possible pasts you are my enemy, in another, my friend.


Forkings and Convergings


Time and Mortality

• His face, within the vivid circle of the lamplight, was unquestionably that of an old man, but with something unalterable about it, even immortal. He read with slow precision two versions of the same epic chapter…. I remember the last words, repeated in each version like a secret commandment: Thus fought the heroes, tranquil their admirable hearts, violent their swords, resigned to kill and to die.


The Garden of Forking Paths

• The Garden of Forking Paths is an incomplete, but not false, image of the universe as Ts’ui Pên conceived it. In contrast to Newton and Schopenhauer, your ancestor did not believe in a uniform, absolute time. He believed in an infinite series of times, in a growing, dizzying net of divergent, convergent and parallel times. This network of times which approached one another, forked, broke off, or were unaware of one another for centuries, embraces all possibilities of time.


• “In every one,” I pronounced, not without a tremble to my voice, “I am grateful to you and revere you for your re-creation of the garden of Ts’ui Pên.”

• “Not in all,” he murmured with a smile. “Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them I am your enemy.”


The Murder

• Albert rose. Standing tall, he opened the drawer of the tall desk; for the moment his back was to me. I had readied the revolver. I fired with extreme caution. Albert fell uncomplainingly, immediately. I swear his death was instantaneous—a lightning stroke.


• The rest is unreal, insignificant. Madden broke in, arrested me. I have been condemned to the gallows. I have won out abominably; I have communicated to Berlin the secret name of the city they must attack.


• Compare the beginning: If Madden had caught him, he’d be in jail waiting to die

• And he is

• Multiple paths to the same outcome!

• Just as with the Liddell Hart quote

• But that was a misquotation....


• They bombed it yesterday; I read it in the same papers that offered to England the mystery of the learned Sinologist Stephen Albert who was murdered by a stranger, one Yu Tsun.


• The Chief had deciphered this mystery. He knew my problem was to indicate (through the uproar of the war) the city called Albert, and that I had found no other means to do so than to kill a man of that name. He does not know (no one can know) my innumerable contrition and weariness.


• Did his plan work?


• In the same papers?

• Then the bombing occurred before the Germans could have heard of the murder?


• Deception?

• Or self-deception?


Albert, France• Albert is the town just behind the center of the

British/French line at the Somme

• Casualties:

• Allies: 624K (146K killed)

• Germany: 465K (164K killed)

• And yet lines hardly moved at all


Albert

• In 1918, the Germans brought commanders from the Eastern Front to France—adopted new strategy

• It worked—the Germans took Albert

• That was the key to the German defeat—the forces that broke through were vulnerable to counterattack


Spy?

• Liddell Hart himself was suspected of spying for Germany—though the files weren’t leaked until 2006.


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